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Captcha (Poem)
every act at once both hard and easy
opening a container of olives has equal weight
with transferring official minutiae
layers upon layers before access to both
one click recenters the bureaucratic world
no opting out
even the wealthy suffer daily frustrations
they can’t outsource their lives entirely
and the simple life is just a myth
a lucrative means to sell some lies
maybe land that can’t grow a thing
try workarounds numbing agents
a digital detox the opposite deep dive
zombie walk through the streets without looking up
you do you
I can’t help but laugh at the silliness
sometimes cry at the same
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One Feather (Poem)
it drifts through the sky
unnoticed just one feather
a thin blade of gray and white
severing dreams strung across the alley
with the edge of its fall
those below turn in brief restlessness
and when they walk the streets
finding the colors of their night
thrown into the art of a wall
or pasted with the signs upon a pole
leaving them vaguely anxious and uneasy
without knowing why
the bird wheels and turns overhead
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Poet’s Power (Poem)
in a rooftop garden a person sits reading
every word that I write appearing
a ghostly flash across their screen
a momentary digital overlay not even noticed
until years later they find themselves
remembering these poems as their own
inscribed into the wrinkles of their flesh
etched into their every bone
